Cups

it's midnight again
shadowed by the capricious dawning
of the dark
i sip my tea
i stare at the road through the window
i don't turn on the lights
the days are so dim
this blackness is light
the cup slips from my hand
it hits my foot
then shatters
splinters and hot water
i won't clean it up
i'll drop another cup soon
maybe that will stop this
psycopathic carousel
maybe it will stop me from
falling in love with you
again